“Depth is height, and height is depth.”
“So it is. I never thought of that before. Dawn, you could make a woman of me. Edward does not call me into my better self as you do. Why is it?”
“I suppose because he does not need that manifestation of your being. Your lives are both set to sweetly flowing music. You have never felt the sting of want and suffering, either mental or physical, nor witnessed it to any great extent in others.”
“Why are we allowed to sit in the sunshine, then, if there is so much sorrow in the world?”
“You are saved for some work. When the worn laborers now in the field can do no more, perhaps you will be called forth.”
“O, Dawn, your words thrill me. Then we may not always be as happy as now?” and her glance seemed to turn inward on her joyous heart.
“You may be far happier, but not so full of life's pleasures.”
“Yes; I remember the deep, strong current, and the ripples. Let us go on, Dawn. I feel, I don't know how, but strange. Shall we start?”
“Certainly; I wait your move. Come, Jessie, show me another phase of your nature. I have seen how gentle you are; now go.”
At the word, the creature seemed to fly through the air, so swiftly did she leap over the ground, and Arrow was left behind.